~first steps ~

Once again Sam had the feeling everything went into wrongness alltogether. But this time it really was. One clue might be Ratchet, who stared at him with an expression which put him on edge. Besides Optimus nervousness and Megatron's growlyness (he looked like he wanted to attack the medic) it was a hell of a situation.

Minutes before this situation began, all of them were incredibly relaxed. Well, as relaxed as you could be after fighting the Allspark personally. Optimus carried him on Megatron's side in the medical wing. They were exhausted but okay and everyone was happy. But to make sure that Sam was okay, too, Ratchet had to take a look. Nobody could know what consequences it might have when you were nearly absorbed by the Allspark and you survived it.

Ratchet seemed suspicious and didn't stop to stare for a while at the two ,creators'. That was when the rant started, how unresponsible they were, how could they build a protoform and go to the Allspark without a check by him and what they were thinking to create a protoform when they hadn't feelings for eachother. The lecture was longer than Megatron's temper could take and in the end they were shouting at eachother. Sam (who lay on a berth) wasn't sure to be afraid or amused when Optimus tried to settle the fight and was shouted at shortly after.

Nobody wanted to give in but in the end Optimus succeeded when bringing Sam into the game while pointing at him. Everyone was quiet after this. Even Megatron seemed to have a bit of a bad conscience. Ratchet just sighed, glared at them both but his gaze softened when looking at the new protoform alias Sam.

So, Ratchet helped him to lay on the medical berth in the right way and then started the examination. That meant a lot of scans and beeing very, very still, what Ratchet told him a lot of times. Well, that was the part when Ratchet asked him how he felt and if everything was alright. And Sam, maybe a bit overwhelmed at that moment, has said I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, what a big mistake.

Ratchet has simply stared at him like he spottet a new head and Megatron just slapped his clawed hand over his face(that must have hurt!) behind the medic's back. Well and now they were here and Sam didn't know what he did wrong.

"Ratchet," sighed Optimus while rubbing his helm's side as if he had an incredibly huge headache.

"No failures in the systems...everything's allright but how...," whispered Ratchet to himself, totally ignoring Optimus. He looked unbelievingly at his datapad, going over the datas again and again but nothing showed up. "How is this possible? How can...?"

"WHAT?", asked Megatron impatiently.

Something like annoyance shown out of that blue optics when Ratchet gazed at Megatron intently as if he could read the truth from him...or force him to tell it. While the stare-match was going on Sam had the sick feeling to be the master of illness. Why all this secret-like attitude? Would his legs or arms fall off every second? Or his head?

"I don't know what's with you. At first you hate eachother then you reign together and now you frag eachother? Something is not right."

Before Megatron or Optimus could acting up, Ratchet continued.

"I think it's nice to have a Sparkling. But we have a problem at hand here and that's because you two...," he looked at both of them "...didn't come to me first. You can build all the protoforms you want, spawn a new army, like slag I care...but without medical clearance nobody goes to the Allspark...and you are no exception!"

"What is the problem, Ratchet?" Even Optimus sounded impatiently now.

The medic looked at the anxious form of the youngling and back to the creators.

"We have to talk...alone."

Sam dug subconsciously his claw into the tabletop on which he lay. When he noticed it, he stopped it immediately but was nevertheless very ashamed because Megatron and Optimus had seen it. The spring rain became warmer, enveloped him with a flowery smell and the sandy paper was suddenly not as rough as before. Sam still didn't understand, why he felt them like this, maybe it was completely mad. There wasn't such things on Cybertron like spring or sandy paper. But his mind seemed to connect his former experiences with them because, whatever the reason, there was the knowledge in him that these two experiences belonged to Megatron and Optimus. Where his former heart was, he felt it the strongest.

"I understand... how long it will last? Not long? If you have to go then-then I can wait, yes, really," said Sam and his words made barrelrolls because he talked so fast. One would have had to be deaf to overhear his nervousness.

Indeed, Megatron and Optimus also looked like if they rather did not want to be separated from him for which Sam was very grateful. However, he could not allow that he was a millstone around their neck. The both of them had undertaken something serious shit to release him, so he couldn't hinder them. Sam tried to hide the biggest of his nervousness and managed even a smile.

"Well, you aren't a good liar and that's a fact," said Rachet unimpressed, although he looked slightly amused "It's normal to be scared of separation. Your bond has stabilized scarcely. But now I must ask to talk immediately with both creators." With the last sentence he looked at Optimus and at Megatron very strictly.

"But Ratchet, we can't leave him here completely alone and unattended!," said Optimus indignantly.

As if this had been a secret headword, the door suddenly opened. Everybody watched the Cybertronian which had just entered the room. He was built a little broader than higher and was overly grey-blue with black parts. His eyes also lighted up in a blue colour, when he became aware of the attention upon him. Slowly, almost bored, his look wandered over the scene and you could hear a noise, because he typed the datapad carelessly against his chest armour plating. He narrowed his eyes and bent further forward and rubbed his white hand about a facial half. Suddenly he winced.

"Optimus Prime, Megatron, sir! Please, excuse the disturbance!" With a jerk he turned around. "I go out and I haven't seen a thing!"

"Wait. You came exactly at the right time, Thunderblue," said Optimus Prime with a smile.

Uncertainly the other turned to them again.

"Not him," said Megatron with pure aversion in his voice. "The best move is to call Soundwave. You can count on him!"

"You can rely on Thunderblue as well. I am sure, he will look out for him."

"'Rely on'? Ha! You should have told this my arm when it lay separated on the ground!"

Thunderblue saw in all directions but not in Megatron's. Suddenly, a deep growl could be heard. It almost could keep up with the growling of Megatron. Ratchet had taken a tool and hit it in his palm with an extremely menacing aura around him.

"Don't waste my time, you Sparklings! Thunderblue, come here and-," he pointed with his tool at Sam, who winced, "-look after the youngling. And both of you-," now he swung around to Optimus and Megatron, "-come to my office, NOW!"

With this words Ratchet went to his office door, typed something in the panel beside , which opened it and after nobody seemed to follow him he turned around impatiently. No, it wasn't impatience. It was something life-threatening Sam couldn't describe and maybe he doesn't want to anyway.

Optimus and Megatron had a look of surprise (and a glint of fear) on their faces when they stared eachother in the optics. But somehow Sam had the urge to smile. It was really an interesting picture. Both rulers of Cybertron, master of the battles, told off by a tool-swinging doctor.

"You better go with him," whsipred Sam, "otherwise, he becomes even more furious, don't you think?"

Megatron rumbled something of "damn medics", then, however, went off and only Optimus still stayed behind. He bent down to Sam and took his hand (claw, it was a claw now).

"We come back, I promise. I won't leave you alone anymore."

"You know, I can wait. I have sat alone so many years in the Allspark-"

When the pressure of Optimus hand increased and his optics looked more and more sad, Sam knew that he had said something wrong.

"-Now..., however... uhm..., therefore, I am so glad that you are here and..." Oh God, he would be probably tomato-red if he was still a human. After some embarrasing seconds he sighed.

"I am sorry, I will wait. I trust you."

Optimus smiled and would probably have said something more but suddenly Megatron interrupted him.

"What is it with you and holding hands today? Only just there and now again?"

"I wouldn't have thought that you are a romantic, Megatron," said Ratchet dryly and Thunderblue winced as he got the secret meaning, "Nevertheless, I want to know nothing about your strange little relationship, understoond?"

"We are not...," said Megatron, who looked to Sam's amusement, almost flustered, "we are not like that. He is my brother."

"Hmm, this is really pity," murmured Optimus with a light twitching of his mouth components when he walked along Megatron in Ratchets office. With a movement he ducked out of the way of Megatron's claws.

Sometimes there was nothing worse than an embarrassing silence. Indeed, it was still much worse if you have to lie without moving on a table and the other person stands beside it and stares at you. Well, this was Sam's situation.

Tunderblue had come to him, because it became apparently too dull for him in the door. But maybe he was just afraid of Ratchet and the others if he didn't pay enough attention to him. However, Sam was quite sure that he would have preferred the loneliness, above all, because Thunderblue leaned even closer to him, so that their nasal plates almost touched. Sam tried to escape into the table but this was of course impossible. The other Cybertonian laid the head to the side and refrained again.

"Who are you? I never saw you before," he said confused.

"I-…"

Thunderblue held up a hand and shook his head.

"Don't say anything! You are..." Then he faltered and nothing more was said. Sam looked at him and asked himself whether this Thunderblue went into shock because he recognised the resemblance, which he had with Megatron and Optimus. Some seconds passed, maybe even one minute. Slowly Sam began to worry about the other. What, when this Thunderblue had some kind of failfunction? What should he do then?

Finally, Thunderblue lowered the hand and looked at Sam more intensely than before.

"I really have no idea," he announced then.

Sam groaned in an annoyed way. "This is not funny. Have you nothing better to do than to make fun out of me?"

"What is your name?," asked Thunderblue pleasantly and leant against the table which stood directly beside that of Sam.

Sam already opened his mouth to answer, but the words still died him in the processor. He could say to Thunderblue „Hi, I was killed by the Allspark, soaked up, almost was killed

again and, finally, was released and by the way, my name is Sam ". This would sound very plausibly. No, and, moreover, they had discussed that they would betray nothing of Sam. Since otherwise the history with the Allspark would come to the daylight and many Cybertronians were certainly still after it's power. Thus Sam hadn't really a choice. He had to tell the truth.

"I still ... haven't got a name."

"You mean because master Megatron and Optimus Prime didn't gave you one?"

Sam jerked around and saw up to Thunderblue who studied his datapad. This one really made fun out of him! This Cybertronian knew exactly who he was! And he played him by telling him he had no idea. Such a bastard.

"This is sad, they should do it soon. A Cybertonian gets a name because of his actions."

"Why are you called, 'Thunderblue?'," asked Sam curiously. If it depended on getting names after actions, then he could have names like 'Savior of Cybertron', 'Allsparkler' and other strange ones.

"A friend said once to me: You are like a thunder out of the blue. Loud and powerful, simply terrifying."

"And... what does it mean?"

Thunderblue smiled and put aside the datapad.

"How are you? Can you already stand and walk?." asked Thunderblue suddenly, completely out of the context, "When you are new to this world, the joints are a little bit immobile ... well, only a little bit. Have you already tried to get up?"

Sam stared at him unbelievingly. "No, because Ratchet said..."

"Now, what Rachet doesn't know," said Thunderblue conspirely, "These legs won't run by themselves, you have to want to use them."

Sam wanted to ask his opponent whether he was a former Autobot or Decepticon. Although he had blue eyes, Sam could not guess it. As the Allspark he had served so many Cybertronians, so many had it been.

So many that he could not remember at all how they all looked like or were called. With the Allspark he had left behind not only the voices and the cube but also the knowledge of it. Not that he would miss it but sometimes it would be quite a help. Above all now, because he could not estimate the other at all.

"Come on, I help you!," said Thunderblue happily and laid Sam a hand in the neck and raised him. Maybe he was not the biggest of the Cybertronians but he certainly was strong. With a jerk he had pressed the body of Sam in a seated position. When Sam looked at Thunderblue from the side, the other came only to his shoulder.

"Oh, Primus, you are really tall," said Thunderblue impressed, before he grinned, "But why should I expect otherwise? You are the youngling of two of the biggest Cybertronians here."

His hand remained on the shoulder of Sam's.

"And... And now?," asked Sam. He was not sure whether he wanted to really know this.

"Now, my friend, you put your legs on the ground and walk."

"L-Like this?" Sam could move his legs slowly above the edge of the table, until he sat on the edge. Only then he put a foot hesitantly on the ground and afterwards the other. His weight shifted itself from the table to both legs. At the beginning everything seemed to go well and nothing happened. However, then his legs started to tremble, squeaked a little bit and Sam fell to ground.

In any case, he would have fallen if Thunderblue had not caught him. Thus he hung in an embarrassing position with his half an upper body on him.

"Oh, this is great, simply fantastic," rumbled Sam, "Can it become even more worse?"

Thunderblue laughed with restraint (he could feel the shivering of the other), grabbed a shoulder, laid an arm round Sam to support him and pushed him easily from himself.

"I told you, maybe it is an exception! No, Ratchet, I don't know what you're talking about!"

The door to Ratchet's office hissed open and out came Optimus, closely followed by Megatron.

"Prime if this problem causes later more difficulties... You will tell me immidently what you have done...!," demanded Ratchet, now with some desperation in the voice.

"There is no problem," growled Megatron and looked over to Sam. Now, he and Thunderblue stood still in this strange position. Sam half pushed away and Thunderblues hands on his shoulder and back. It looked like a funny dance and when Optimus face turned to them and visibly darkened, Sam knew that he was in trouble.

"Reliance, heh?," said Megatron, bared his fangs and a deep rumbling came out of his mouth. It was rather a growling like from a predator, ready to attack who came along. He pulled his shoulders upwards and his eyes shone brighter than usual. He closed the claws and opened them, like a mad serial killer who sharpened his knives.

"Oh," said Thunderblue. This was the only what he could say before Megatron snatched Sam away from him to grab and to throw throw him at the opposite wall. With the noise of falling tools Thunderblue went down and gave a loud, pain-fullly groan. Megatron walked across to Optimus and gave Sam to him, before he turned around again to Thunderblue, probably to add the one or other pain.

Sam thought that maybe Optimus would say something against it but only one eerie silence, which feeled very menacing, surrounded him. He had pressed Sam protevtivly at his chest plating as he carried him in his arms. The spring rain was suddenly stormy and poured unpleasantly down. One could not touch the sandy paper any more, it was so rough. Sam trembled.

"Not in my Med-Bay! NOT IN MY MED-BAY!," shouted Ratchet and threw his hands in the air.

"I will kill you," snarled Megatron and took a step forwards. Thunderblue came staggering on his feet and then stared confused and fear-fullly in the direction of the silver monster.

"Megatron, wait," said Sam, after it seemed Optimus wouldn't do a was maybe not his favorite Cybertonian, but he didn't want to see here a bloodbath... energonbath, whatever.

"How dare this scrap metal to touch you? Nobody bothers you in such manner, nobody!"

Sam opened his mouth, however, Optimus preempted him.

"Do not defend him, Sa-youngling. I have made a mistake to leave him here, because Cybertronians of his kind belong in the darkest prison."

"No, Prime, they belong extinguished."

"What the hell are you two talking about?," asked Sam confused, "I have tried to walk but this body has not carried me! If Thunderblue had not caught me, I would have landed on the floor!"

Megatron placed itself in his normal position and also Optimus relaxed again. His blue optics searched those of Sam.

"Is this true?," he asked.

Megatron looked over his shoulder back to Sam.

"Yes, of course! What have you thought he was doing? That he sexually assaulted me?"

Megatron and Optimus looked at eachother long, very long.

"Like," somebody suddenly said and all attention was directed on Thunderblue again who stood up slowly and pointed afterwards at Sam, "Like an invisible bond you hold together the Sparks of the former enemies, knots them, until they cannot free themselves any more. ENCLOSE!"

Then Thunderblue fell backwards, crashed to the ground and did not move any more.

There was silence for a moment until Ratchet started to expel curses.

"Oh, that's great, simply great! Now I have even more work! And look at this mess-"

"What did he wanted here anyway?," asked Sam.

"His optical sensors are probably broken again and he sees only half," murmured Ratchet, "This happens a lot lately. And now..."

The doctor stared at Megatron and at Optimus alternately. "... Lay the youngling on the table and let me do my slagging work!"

It turned out that Thunderblue would become healthy again. Megatron had damaged only a few parts which had sent him in Stasis. Ratchet had improved his legs („This is what you get when one does not control before! Look at this! Absolutely amateur-like! No miracle that you couldn't run properly!")and sent him then with Megatron and Optimus away. Of course Sam had asked once again what was the problem Ratchet found out. The answer had been easy: Sam had not behaved like somebody who had been created just a few hours ago. He talked and behaved like an adult, of course Ratchet would become suspicious there. Above all, a new created child still know nothing about the world, even if they were in a body of a nearly-adult. One would have to load up special programmes what Ratchet had not done then. However, Optimus and Megatron had betrayed nothing of Sam and he didn't know whether he should be glad or be sad. And this Thunderblue! Although he was a really weird type, the last words of this Cybertronian didn't let him go . A bond, which holds the Sparks of Optimus and Megatron together? Sam had laid his hand over his Spark and had felt. The spring rain and the sandy paper. Optimus and Megatron. Sam had smiled as he thought back that both former enemies had become only allies because of him. Yes, a bond.

A Cybertonian gets a name because of his actions

Sam decided that 'Sparkbinder' wasn't a bad name at all.

~end~

Here I am again and I am exhausted. Really, it's no problem writing the chapters. It's the translating! And the new lenght of the chapter. But I'm not afraid of that one, oh no... This one has only 6 pages...the 4th chapter has 9.

So whatever, I hope you liked the first one;) You have no idea how difficult it is to write Ratchet. Really, sometimes I just didn't know how to write him... I hope I didn't dissappointed you, even when this was my first time writing Rachet... OAO

And Thunderblue... I had no control over this character! He just did what he wanted, really. I wanted him to be calm, can you imagine that? But no, now he is a former inventor, who invented new weapons (and there was an accident where he shot off Megatrons arm) and is in Jazz' division at the moment.

Thunderblue= He is so unpredictable it's scary, that's what his name means.

I'm quite happy how the brother's argument worked out...and somehow it's always Optimus, who wins in the end. :D

My favorite scene is when Megatron attacks Thunderblue, the whole description of the knives and killers and the missunderstanding XD

So, you wanted it...here you have it!

Thanx for reading!